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What I wantWhat I want What I wantCuz I need your loveCuz I need your love baby babyWhat I wantWhat I want What I wantCuz I need your loveCuz I need your love baby babyMy Homie E that be my homie knew me all my lifeThat be the biggest homie lonely only never rightHe taught me how to bag chips, taught me how to blast clipsBema dreamer see in Jr High we use to push bricksNow it's been a couple years ain't seen him in a couple yearsSeen him on the corner hold up, now roll the window downWud up wud up I see you shining homie what it doWud up wud up I see the wip now let me get in tooMy wips are Prada Gucci and Loui and can't nobody do meSee me posted up with this toolie it be a horror movieBut let me talk about you for just a little bitYou use to be about that life but now you acting ignorantA yo I'm tryna chill I made a mil cuz easily I'm ghost writingI'm doing films and commercials I do the most writingA yo show money slow money you might as well get no moneySee we about to get reacquainted let's go moneyWhat I wantWhat I want What I wantCuz I need your loveCuz I need your love baby babyWhat I wantWhat I want What I wantCuz I need your loveCuz I need your love baby babyBanging to the boogie the boogie gets so highBanging to the boogie the boogie gets so flyBanging to the boogie the boogie gets so highBanging to the boogie the boogie gets so flyNow I know I said I had to hit the bank and make a depositBut the truth is I tied up them tellers they in the closetFeeling ruthless they toothless duck tape and grab the ropesPut that ski mask on and we ain't hitting slopesNow what's the word or be the price I don't need dirt up in my lifeYou just just another loser shoulda put the ruger to you twice manYou like a nagging chick cuz you complain a lotWho taught you how to aim a shot and even cop a chain in hotI'm hot son quick to pop one put the bullet in the chamberBut ya lose son when chose one to always live in danger manWe'll have it your way do it the hard way that's your fateI rule your spirit now in the physical too lateAs the sky falls and the wind callsFlesh of my flesh in these bloody hallsThoughts and fears of our formative yearsThe Home E, which stands for evil is hereChase material gold or save your souls the choice is yoursChase material gold or save your souls the choice is yoursWhat I wantWhat I want What I wantCuz I need your loveCuz I need your love baby babyWhat I wantWhat I want What I wantCuz I need your loveCuz I need your love baby baby
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